Scars - Pt 1

I think that the whole unable to comment on blogs thing has left me kind of frustrated :-/

I've had almost absolutely no motivation to blog because of it. I get really annoyed :(

But I digress..

:D I will just email comments on posts that blogger won't allow me to post!

Recently a friend of mine was talking about a scar on his belly - I didn't get all the gory details, just that he had had surgery ... and then I began to tell him about a scar I had on my inner left arm.

Does anyone remember this generation of washing machines? :

 

Or maybe something similar??

My grandma has one similar, not exact - her's plugged into a electric outlet.

So many, many years ago when I was about 6ish I saw this fascinating thing in my grandma's storage. It was running and the rollers were turning. I must've had an "Oooh shiny" moment, because I just stood there in utter amazement! Next thing I know, I'm freaking touching the stupid rollers and before I know it my hand begins to go in between the rollers. I tried pulling back to get my hand free.

That didnt' work.

So then I tried to pull my left hand out with my right. That didn't work either, the right hand just became stuck right along with the left :(

The whole time I was screaming my little lungs out, only to find out later my parents heard the screaming and only thought that I was fighting with my little sister as we would frequently.

They heard enough screaming and finally came outside, which at this point I was past my elbows in. They panicked a bit, until they finally tried to calmy figure out how to get my arms out.

A couple hours later and a trip to the hospital, I got all bandaged up and sent home.

I didn't break any bones, I just tore up my skin pretty bad.

Here is my arm today:

And here's where I got that picture of the old machine from above:

 My loving older sister sent it to me. lol.